chapter thirty three

Camila Silva

I take a deep breath, holding back the tears. It's an inexplicable emotion to see my sister, my little girl, dressed as a bride, just a few hours before she walks up the aisle and says the long dreamed-of yes to the man who won her heart after everything she's been through.

I am older than her only a few minutes, but the feeling I have is that it is years. I was her support when she found out she was pregnant when she was only sixteen. I was by her side, giving her the strength to carry on when Ana's father left her alone, a teenager, with a child in her belly. I have been by her side in all moments, be them good or not.

Even when I was in the United States, my heart was always with my family. My biggest reason for living. I didn't abandon them at any time. So much so that my greatest desire was to go back and help them through the hurricane, but I needed to stay. The money that I was able to get was important, even more so when converting from dollars to reals.

Today I w